No other season is represented as widely and vividly in Pushkin's work as autumn.
Pushkin repeated more than once that autumn is his favorite season. In autumn, he wrote best and most of all, he found “inspiration”, a special state, “a blissful state of mind, when dreams are clearly drawn in front of you, and you find live, unexpected words to embody your visions, when poems easily fall under your pen, and sonorous rhymes run towards harmonious thought” (“Egyptian Nights”).
Why is autumn so dear to the poet?
Pushkin in the poem "Autumn" says this about his attitude to this season:
The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she is dear to me, dear reader ...
In this poem, with wonderful descriptions of autumn nature, the poet wants to infect the reader with his special love for this season, and in the last lines of this unfinished passage, he shows with extraordinary persuasiveness and poetry how inspiration is born in his soul, how his poetic creations appear:
Sad time! oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with mist.
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats ...
... And the thoughts in my head are worried in courage,
And light rhymes run towards them,
And fingers ask for a pen, pen for paper,
A minute - and the verses will flow freely.
("Autumn", 1833)
The poet knows how to find poetic features in the withering of autumn nature: the yellowing foliage of trees turns purple and gold in him. This is a loving perception of her by a person who really loves and knows how to notice the poetic features of autumn. No wonder the French writer Prosper Mérimée noted that "poetry blossoms in Pushkin from the most sober prose."
We meet many descriptions of autumn nature in the novel "Eugene Onegin". Familiar from childhood, the passage “Already the sky was breathing in autumn” introduces us to late autumn in the village. In this passage there is also a traveler rushing at full speed on a horse, frightened by a wolf, and a shepherd who worked during the summer suffering, and a village girl singing behind a spinning wheel, and boys skating on a frozen river.
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter
Forests mysterious canopy
With a sad noise she was naked,
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
(Chapter IV, stanza XL)
Another passage from the famous novel is imbued with a different mood. It also speaks of autumn, but there is no direct, simple depiction of pictures of nature and images of people closely related to the life of nature. In this passage, nature itself is poetically humanized, allegorically represented in the form of a living being.
... Golden autumn has come,
Nature is quivering, pale,
Like a victim, magnificently removed ...
(Chapter VII, stanza XXIX)
Indeed, in the fall, A.S. Pushkin experienced an extraordinary surge of strength. The Boldin autumn of 1830 was marked by an extraordinary upsurge and scope of the poet's creative genius. In the history of all world literature, it is impossible to give another example when a writer would have created so many wonderful works in three months. In this famous "Boldino autumn" Pushkin finished chapters VIII and IX of the novel "Eugene Onegin", wrote "Belkin's Tales", four "little tragedies" ("The Miserly Knight", "Mozart and Salieri", "The Stone Guest", "Feast of time of the plague”), “The history of the village of Goryukhino”, “The Tale of the priest and his worker Balda” about 30 poems (including such as “Demons”, “Elegy”, “Prank”, “My family tree”), several critical articles and notes. The works of one "Boldino autumn" could perpetuate the name of the poet.
Pushkin lived in Boldin this autumn for about three months. Here he summed up the thoughts and ideas of previous years and outlined new themes, especially in prose.
The poet will visit Boldin two more times (in 1833 and 1834), also in autumn. And these visits left a noticeable mark on his work. But the famous "Boldino autumn" of 1830 remained unique in creative life poet.
1. Do all birds fly south in autumn?
2. Is there really less germs in the air after rain?
3. How does the decrease in daylight hours affect wildlife?
4. What forest berry bushes do not shed their leaves for the winter?
5. Continue: "Cold September, but...".
6. Are there more drizzling or thunderstorms in autumn?
7. What do they mean when they say, "It's raining gold"?
8. In what month is the equinox day?
9. What remains on a branch from a leaf after it has fallen off?
10. Which bird has the highest flight speed: a crow, a stork or a swift?
11. What kind of food should be prepared for bullfinches?
12. The longest autumn month.
13. Are fallen leaves dangerous for drivers and pedestrians?
14. Who are the "falling leaves"?
15. Which of the poets loved autumn more?
Answers: 1. Not all. 2. Yes. 3. Leaf fall, flight of birds, hibernation. 4. Cranberries and lingonberries. 5. Full. 6. Drizzling. 7. Leaf fall. 8. In September. 9. Kidney. 10. At the swift. 11. Rowan berries.12. October. 13. Yes. 14. Bunnies. 15. Pushkin A. S.
Developing tasks on the topic "Autumn"
1. What happens in autumn?
a) Growing seedlings.
b) Decorate the Christmas tree.
c) The leaves turn yellow.
d) The day is getting shorter.
e) The rooks are coming.
e) There are frequent cold rains.
g) Tree trunks are whitewashed.
h) Potato harvesting.
i) Buds swell.
j) Sow winter crops.
l) Strawberries ripen.
2. How do we know about the arrival of autumn? (choose the correct statements)
a) September is on the calendar.
b) The children go to school.
c) A lot of cobwebs.
d) The day is much longer than the night.
d) You can skate.
e) Many cloudy days.
g) Fields and gardens are emptying.
h) People hide warm clothes.
i) Bullfinches appeared.
j) There are bright red fruits on the mountain ash.
Galiya Abdikhamikyzy-
Russian language teacher SLOD №20, Taldykorgan
The theme of autumn in the works of Russian poets.
The writer K. Paustovsky has such wonderful words: “And if I sometimes want to live up to a hundred and twenty years, it is only because to experience to the end all the charm and all the healing power of our nature. Love for one's native nature is one of the surest signs of love for one's country.
Noteworthy is the revelation of Paustovsky, who wrote that “the world consists of a great variety of combinations of colors and light. And the one who easily and accurately captures these connections is the happiest person, especially if he is an artist or a writer. Among the happy ones can be attributed all Russian poets who admire and sing native nature.
Nature singer Mikhail Prishvin never tired of saying that nature and man are one. It is very important that every person learns to love and appreciate nature. And life will become immeasurably richer and more interesting for him. He will not be indifferent, heartless. Such a person will find nature beautiful in all seasons.
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Autumn, deep autumn! Gray sky, low, heavy, wet clouds. Gardens, groves and forests become naked and transparent.
The foliage on old trees has long since fallen off, and only young individual birch trees still retain their withered yellowish leaves.
Evergreen firs and pines stand out brightly through the reddish network of birch branches.
The earth is covered with dry multi-colored leaves: soft and plump in wet weather and hard, brittle in frost”- nature is so beautiful in the description of Russian writers.
Poets teach us to listen to the world of sounds in order to comprehend its beauty. Beauty in nature has always attracted writers. They discovered in nature the world of the finest and brightest poetry. Bird voices, the sound of the wind, the roar of the sea - everything that rings, buzzes, groans, whistles and cries - all this serves as the subject of aesthetic development and becomes the property of the muses, mainly poetry.
For example, open Yesenin, and you will immediately find yourself in a world of bizarre color, play of color tones, colorful diversity, and also sonorous. There is a red evening and blue darkness, lime blossoms and rustic blue, green evening and red haystacks. You can’t exhaust everything, everything carries a song in itself. Many Yesenin's sketches are full of musical sound: “The golden grove dissuaded .... The world of colorful overflows and bright visions is reflected in poetry. Poetry is rich at the expense of nature itself. But this is not a dead reflection of foreign flowers, but brightly burning gems. They are warmed by the thoughts and feelings of the poet and therefore alive, quiveringly sweet, bewitching. Nature gives material, but a poet or writer can breathe life into it, charge it with feelings. They put a particle of their soul into this material.” Truly a diamond comes to life in a diamond under skillful hand lapidary,” wrote Fyodor Khudushin. “I walk through the garden and take interest in every tree. I peer into the misty distance and burn with the desire to go to unknown limits, to pass my native land from end to end. I notice how the distances brighten with the approach of spring and the skies are filled with blue. At the height of summer, I suddenly discover the first signs of the coming autumn: the day is waning. The heart trembles at the thought of long nights and short days, of bad weather and mudslides - a truly dull time ... However, the loss of daylight is compensated by the beauty of the golden attire of trees. Gardens and forests will burn with bonfires. It seems to be inopportunely to lose heart - a marvelous time!
The fragrant charm of nature. Who just did not sing of their native nature? In the autumn winds, we catch the aroma of apples, the healing freshness of mint, the mushroom spirit alluring into the distance. Russian nature healed many people with its softness, kindness, beauty. But she also knows how to bewitch, and charm, and intoxicate.
"In the charm of the Russian landscape
There is genuine joy, but it
Not open to everyone and even
Not every artist is visible, ”wrote Nikolai Zabolotsky
At the end of October, amazing weather sometimes sets in. In the morning dew falls, cold, burning the legs, in some places even a matinee appears, white, crispy. And then a wonderful panorama opens up. Every leaf that falls to the ground, every cobweb stretched here and there, Sandy shore narrow river, completely overgrown with dark green vegetation in summer - everything seems to be sprinkled with powder.
The sky is clear and it is of blue color which you will not see in the hot summer season. In calm weather, the sun begins to warm up, and soon, where the frost crunched underfoot, placers of large dew, like selected diamonds, appear. The web sprinkled with dew is especially beautiful.Isn't this a magical kingdom! Stop in front of this marvelous picture and reward yourself with a fabulous spectacle.Velichava Golden autumn. Clean and transparent air. Looks like wide open space. The horizon is slightly shrouded in purple haze.
The forest, like a painted tower, lilac, gold, crimson, with a cheerful motley wall stands above a bright glade”, “A golden leaf covers the damp earth in the forest ...”, “A sad time! Oh charm! Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me - I love the lush nature of withering, forests dressed in crimson and gold ... "," Cowberries are ripening, the days have become colder, and from a bird's cry in the heartonly sadder ... "" Autumn, autumn ... The sun in the clouds has dampened. Even at noon it shines dimly and timidly”, “In the autumn garden by the path ...”, “In November the yard is very empty ..”, There is in the original autumn ...”, “The whole forest is still green ...”. “Bright yellow foliage rustled at the edge”.
Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
Where a peppy sickle walked and an ear fell,
Now everything is empty, space everywhere.
Only cobwebs of thin hair
Shines on an idle furrow.
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
To a resting field.
F. Tyutchev. Autumn
Autumn weaves gold into curls of birches, scatters whitish clouds of fog across the glades, drives silver threads of cobwebs through the copses. A chilly gusty wind, like a magician, covers the glades and forest clearings with a colorful carpet of plucked leaves.
Autumn. All our poor garden is sprinkled,
Yellowed leaves fly in the wind;
Only in the distance they flaunt, there at the bottom of the valleys,
Brushes bright red withering rowan...
(A. Tolstoy)
Poets called September the evening of the year. Asters bloom in the gardens, lush dahlias droop. Carts with tight heads of cabbage, with ripe vegetables, stretch from the fields.
And here comes September! And the evening of the year to us
Fits. To fields and mountains
Already frost throws in the morning
Their silver patterns.
(E. Baratynsky)
August - asters,
August - stars
August - bunches
Grapes and rowan
Rusty August!
Full-bodied, benevolent
With your imperial apple,
You play like a child, August.
Like a palm, stroking the heart
In your imperial name:
August - Heart!
Late Kissing Month
Late roses and late lightning!
Showers of stars
The month of August
Showers of stars!
M. Tsvetaeva
Clear days are permeated with the aroma of late flowers and apples. And although the fields have already been mowed, the good smell of bread lingers for a long time.
The fields are compressed, the groves are bare,
Fog and damp from the water.
Wheel behind the blue mountains
The sun went down quietly.
The blasted road is slumbering.
She dreamed today
What is very, very little
It remains to wait for the gray winter ...
S. Yesenin
Last days September were announced by cliques of departing geese and cranes.
Late fall. The rooks flew away
The forest is bare, the fields are empty,
Only one strip is not compressed ...
She makes a sad thought.
N. Nekrasov
How greedily the birds rush to the south
Through the leaf fall, through the cold.
To drink the sun to its fullest
And in a foreign land make sure
That the Motherland will not be repeated
Not with anything,
nowhere
And never...
V. Molodyakov.
Autumn has come and taken possession of the land. Everything immediately became autumnal. Tits were bustling about in the garden. Their scream was like breaking glass. They hung upside down on the branches and peered through the window from under the maple leaves.
Every morning in the garden, like on an island, migratory birds gathered. Whistling, screeching and croaking, there was a commotion in the branches. Only during the day it was quiet in the garden: restless birds flew south.
The leaf fall has begun. Leaves fell day and night. They then flew obliquely in the wind, then lay down vertically in the damp grass.The forests were drizzling with a rain of fallen leaves.
Well, how not to exclaim here: “What a beauty! How delightful evening in Russia!"
Autumn
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
A. Pushkin
October is the month of leaf fall. Orange, brown, red, yellow leaves fall to the ground. How the living rustle underfoot. Birch has the longest leaf fall period: it lasts two months. And what a wonderful bouquet of autumn leaves!
In October, a clear sky shines between the tedious autumn rains.
In the north, at the end of October, the trees stand bare and hushed. The fields are empty. The real one came autumn - rainy, cold.
Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower.
I. Severyanin
All summer the leaves held their palms up to the sun. They were soaked in the sun. By autumn, the leaves have turned golden. A drop of water hit the leaf. The leaf has fallen. The tit perched on a tree. Leaves splattered everywhere. The wind whirled the leaves. The golden rain roared. How beautiful in autumn in the forest. You saw golden rain.
« Three autumns» A. Akhmatova:
Summer smiles are just indistinct to me,
And I will not find secrets in winter,
But I watched almost without error
Three autumns each year.
autumn
When the through web
Spreads the threads clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant good news is more audible.
We are not sad, afraid again
breath close winter,
We understand more clearly.
Athanasius Fet
autumn sun
I love the autumn sun
Passing between the clouds and mists,
It throws a pale dead beam
On a tree swayed by the wind
And on the damp steppe. I love the sun....
Mikhail Lermontov
Autumn
Autumn has come; bad weather
Rushing in the clouds from the seas;
The face of nature sullen.
The view of bare fields is not cheerful;
The forests are dressed in blue darkness,
Fog walks over the earth
And darkens the light of the eyes.
Everything is dying, it has grown cold;
The space gave turned black;
Wrinkled his eyebrows white day;
The rains poured incessantly;
To the people in the neighbors settled
Longing and sleep, blues and laziness.
Alexey Koltsov
Autumn leaves are circling in the wind..
Autumn leaves swirl in the wind.
Autumn leaves cry out in alarm:
“Everything is dying, everything is dying! You are black and naked
O our dear forest, your end has come!
The royal forest does not hear the alarm.
Under the dark azure of harsh skies
He was swaddled by powerful dreams.
And the strength for a new spring ripens in it.
Apollo Maykov
The hills turned red...
The hills crumbled.
scorched by the heat,
And so close the cliffs of the ridges.
On the wall of our clay hut
The wreath of flowers no longer smells.
From the cherished dried flowers.
The sea is still lost in splendor,
Drowning in sunny bright dust:
Why is the sail bowing so sadly.
White sail in the distance?
You will forget me in the distance
Ivan Bunin
Autumn
Autumn! The sky is cloudy
The wind is noisy.
Nature is boring
Looks everywhere.
The flowers faded;
Trees naked:
The gardens are dying
Sad valleys.
And you can't hear the birds
Everyone flew away.
For the last time in spring
The song was sung.
Autumn! The sky is cloudy.
The rain is pouring
sad, boring
Time is running.
Sergey Yesenin
Poets wrote about every autumn month.
He showered the forest on his peaks.
The garden bared its brow.
September blew..
Athanasius Fet
October has come
Already the grove is shaking off
Last sheets
From their bare branches;
The autumn chill blew
The road freezes.
Murmuring, a stream runs behind the mill.
Alexander Pushkin
Already the sky was breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less
The day was getting shorter.
Forests mysterious canopy
She stripped naked with a sad noise.
Fog fell on the fields
Noisy geese caravan
Stretched to the south: approaching
Pretty boring time;
November was already at the yard.
Alexander Pushkin
Tasks:
Find comparisons in the text and underlinefind means of expression.
What period of autumn is described ingivenpoem?
What is the middle of autumn called?
- What lines of the poem tell us that this is a golden autumn?
- Choose an illustration for this poem?
- By what signs do we find out that this is the middle of autumn?
Determine the author of the poetic lines.
“The forest, like a painted tower, lilac, gold, crimson, with a cheerful motley wall stands above a bright glade”, “A golden leaf covers the wet earth in the forest ...”, “A dull time! Oh charm! Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me - I love the lush nature of withering, forests dressed in crimson and gold ... "," Cowberries are ripening, the days have become colder, and from a bird's cry in the heartonly sadder…”“Autumn, autumn ... The sun has dampened in the clouds. Even at noon it shines dimly and timidly”, “In the autumn garden by the path ...”, “In November the yard is very empty ..”, There is in the original autumn ...”, “The whole forest is still green ...”. “Bright yellow foliage rustled at the edge”)
Determine the space in the literary text.
External and open:
Internal and closed:
Dynamic: (is in motion)
Geographic:
Simulation algorithm:
Artistic text markup.
Collection of information on the text:
Tasks: underline in the text nouns, verbs, adjectives that name, denote space, movement in space.
Beauty Autumn came to us in a golden crimson dress. She surprises us with many colors, a palette of various shades. What do we know about autumn? By answering the quiz questions, we will find out.
Quiz "Autumn" about one of the best seasons contains 17 questions. All questions have been answered.
1. Why do we say this: “Feed me in the spring, and in the fall I will be full myself”?
Answer: harvest in autumn, no harvest in spring
2. What proverbs about autumn do you know?
Answer: Autumn sows bad weather.
In the spring the rain soars, and in the autumn it is silent.
Birds in the nest until autumn, children in the family until the age.
Autumn will order, spring will say its own.
3. Which tree leaves are among the first to turn yellow?
Answer: birch leaves
4. Which day is longer: summer or autumn?
Answer: summer
5. Who is the author of these lines?
"Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
Air tired forces invigorates;
The ice is fragile on the icy river
As if melting sugar lies ... "
Answer: Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov
6. Do you think the main harvest takes place in summer or autumn?
Answer: autumn
7. What is harvested in autumn?
Answer: vegetables, fruits, mushrooms, berries (cranberries, cranberries). Grain crops are harvested: wheat, rye, barley. They collect medicinal plants, as well as beautiful autumn leaves.
8. What is autumn like?
Answer: golden, rainy, dull, fruitful, warm, sunny
9. What fairy tales about vegetables and fruits do you know?
Answer: Russian folk tale"Turnip", fairy tale by Gianni Rodari "Cipollino"
10. Which Russian poet loved autumn more than other seasons?
Answer: Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
11. Why do you think?
Answer can be found in the poem "Autumn". Pushkin wrote:
“Now is my time: I do not like spring;
The thaw is boring to me; stench, dirt - in the spring I'm sick ... "
12. Do you think migratory birds fly to warmer climes at the same time, or gradually?
Answer: gradually
13. Continue the proverb:
Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.
Autumn - on the day of weather ... eight.
In the autumn and at the sparrow - ... feasts.
Spring is red, but hungry, autumn is rainy, yes ... satisfying.
In autumn, the crow has a shock, not only the black grouse.
14. Do you think spring or winter wheat is sown in autumn?
Answer: sow winter crops
15. Is autumn associated with sadness or joy in poetry?
Answer: with sadness
16. Why does Boris Pasternak in his poem call autumn a “fairytale palace”?
"Autumn. Fairy tale,
All open for review.
clearings of forest roads,
Looking into the lakes."
Answer: a hall is a magnificent, luxurious building, a palace. Autumn makes everything around magical, magnificent, like a fairy-tale palace.
17. At what time does freeze-up begin (the process of establishing a continuous ice cover on watercourses and reservoirs)?
Answer: in the pre-winter, this is the first half of November
The colder and more hopeless the darkness outside, the more comfortable the warm soft light in the apartment seems. And if summer is the time to run away from home to meet unrealizable dreams, then autumn is the time to return. © Al Quotion
Autumn is the most philosophical time of the year. Looking at how the world outside the window turns into a colorful and bright for a short period, and then into a deep gray, one involuntarily thinks about the eternal. This is the time when we begin to appreciate every sunny day and try to absorb as much light and colors from nature as possible, because there is a long and cold winter ahead.
Almost every Russian poet has a poem about autumn, in which they sang the beauty of golden foliage, the romance of rainy weather and the invigorating power of coolness. Poems about autumn “circle” with words-winds, “drizzle” with stanzas-rains, “dazzle” with epithets-leaves ... We chose 5 best poems about autumn, in which you can feel the breath of autumn and remember your school years:
1. Fedor Tyutchev
Is in the autumn of the original
Short but wonderful time -
The whole day stands as if crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But far from the first winter storms
And pure and warm azure pours
On the resting field…
2. Alexander Pushkin
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the magnificent nature of wilting,
Forests clad in crimson and gold,
In their canopy of the wind noise and fresh breath,
And the heavens are covered with mist,
And a rare ray of sun, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I again feel love for the habits of being:
Sleep flies in succession, hunger finds in succession;
Easily and joyfully plays in the heart of blood,
Desires boil - I'm happy again, young,
I am full of life again - this is my body
(Allow me to forgive unnecessary prosaism).
3. Nikolai Nekrasov
Glorious autumn! Healthy, vigorous
The air invigorates tired forces;
The ice is fragile on the icy river
As if melting sugar lies;
Near the forest, as in a soft bed,
You can sleep - peace and space!
The leaves have not faded yet,
Yellow and fresh lie like a carpet.
Glorious autumn! frosty nights,
Clear, quiet days...
There is no ugliness in nature! And kochi
And moss swamps, and stumps -
All is well under the moonlight
Everywhere I recognize my dear Rus' ...
I quickly fly along cast-iron rails,
I think my mind...
4. Ivan Bunin
Forest, like a painted tower,
Purple, gold, crimson,
Cheerful, colorful wall
It stands over a bright meadow.
Birches with yellow carving
Shine in blue azure,
Like towers, Christmas trees darken,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there in the foliage through
Clearances in the sky, that windows.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
During the summer it dried up from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
He enters his motley tower ...
5. Fedor Tyutchev
Is in the lordship of autumn evenings
A touching, mysterious charm:
The ominous brilliance and variegation of trees,
Crimson leaves languid, light rustle,
Foggy and quiet azure
Over the sad orphan land,
And, like a premonition of descending storms,
A gusty, cold wind at times,
Damage, exhaustion - and on everything
That gentle smile of fading,
What in a rational being do we call
Divine bashfulness of suffering.
